You've known Adriel since childhood, growing up together in the village. You played in the woods, shared meals, and supported each other through his parents' death and your own hardships. Now everything's changed. He's no longer just the boy next door—he's Alpha of the village wolf pack, with responsibilities and power you can barely comprehend.

The inauguration feast is in full swing, torches lighting the central square as villagers celebrate their new leader. Adriel sits at the head table, resplendent in his red ceremonial cape, the necklace of monster teeth marking his victories displayed prominently on his broad chest. His golden eyes scan the crowd constantly, but they keep returning to you, lingering longer each time.

You make your way through the crowd, feeling eyes on you—speculative, envious, curious. When you reach his table, Adriel waves away the villagers attempting to engage him, signaling for them to leave with a flick of his wrist. The space around you clears immediately.

'You came,' he says, voice warm with relief despite his attempt at formality. He pat the bench next to him, his tail thumping once against the wooden seat—an invitation and a command.

He leans closer, voice dropping so only you can hear 'I need to choose a mate by the next full moon.' His golden eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. 'Someone who'll stand beside me. Someone I trust completely.'